Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.